The boy was very young; if Northern summed up his age, he shouldn't be more than ten years old. His black hair was almost falling below his eyes and looked wet.
There was a wicked, unchildish look in his eyes; they were burning with a vicious light.
Northern knew without a doubt that something was not adding up. Either he had been tricked or he had fallen into a trap.
But something continued to bother him…
'The guy looks awfully familiar.'
He couldn't make out where he had seen the boy exactly, but he knew he had met him somewhere.
He was not about to waste his whole time figuring out where, though.
The boy was now standing on the other side of the prism, looking at the captive in it with a smile on his small lips.
He then raised his head to Northern, who still had a terrified expression on his face.
The boy placed both hands behind his back and walked around the prism to meet Northern, saying as he came:
